• Uncategorized

    The Real Tragedy

    Following his article on good men enchanted under the spell of a modern day Nairobi lass, which loosely translates to a bad woman, Bantuh requested that I write about the pickle of a good woman falling for a bad man. At the time, my friends and I were planning a graduation party for Carol. At the party, Carol and friend x were conversing about how friend x made a bold move by leaving her boyfriend of over 3 years. Let’s call him Brian. Because Brian is the SI unit of bad boyfriends. Brian(s) are the Luo men of all communities. They will ‘Agal toto bebina’ themselves into your heart. It…

  • FICTION

    There is no Color

    She was one of those girls he had the privilege of saying, “Oh that is my childhood friend.” Except he would only brag to his friends and never to himself. Because one time, when he was 10 and she was 7, she stepped out in a bubbly yellow-themed dress with different floral patterns. She looked amazing, so much that, many years down the line, he still remembers her presence overpouring in the room immediately she entered the Sunday school class. Because he was a good boy, and he hardly ate his offering, alright, he ate a little, but always kept some for the big man up there, his angels were…

  • CAMPUS TALES

    Teresa and Terry

    I’m lying on the table, dressed in an oversized blue gown. My knees are bent and my legs positioned wide apart. In a few minutes, my doctor will be here, we will engage in small talk of; ‘are you ready? just relax and it will be real quick’, to ease the tension in the room. The talk doesn’t matter anyway, at least not to the self-filth that has recently moved in. A month ago, I noticed a cluster of sores on my vagina. Having been aware of my sexual life, I quickly made efforts to see a gynecologist. And here we are now, with the gynecologist. I was diagnosed with Genital Herpes…

  • PEOPLE

    An Ounce of Strength

    She was sitting one of those green metallic seats in the student center gobbling her first meal of the day, or maybe her only meal- ‘chapati chafua’. During the first month, Nancy did not know this lifesaver meal. As such, she had had to stick to ‘ugali sukuma’ at 50 shillings or ‘chapati and beans’ which was 40 shillings. Therefore, she had gotten used to surviving on one meal since she was not just about to lose all her pocket money on food. I know, I know, you are wondering, ‘What else would a first-year need?’ What about clothes especially for those who report with high school uniforms? Let’s not get started with first-years…